My uncle was charmed with the scene: and thiqks the two ladies did just as he would have done. He means it a compliment to their delicacy ^ I presume: but I am of my aunt Selby’s opinion, that their o-^we-roua brother would not have given them thanks for their raillery to the poor frighted Harriet. I am very happy, however, that my behaviour and frankness on the occasion are not disapproved at Selby — house, and Shirley-manor, and by you, my Lucy. And here let that matter rest.

Should I not begin to think of going back to you all, my Lucy? I believe I blush ten times a day, when alone, to find myself waiting and waiting as if for the gracious motion; yet apprehending that it never imll^ never can, be made; and all you, my friends, indulging an absence, that your goodness makes painful to you, in the same hope. It looks Don’t it, Lucy? so like a design upon I don’t know how it looks! But at times, 1 can’t endure myself. And yet while the love of virtue (perhaps a little too personal ) is the foundation of these designs, these waitings, these emotions, I think, I am not wholly inexcusable.

I am sure I should not esteem him, were he not the good man he is Pray let me ask you Do you think he can always go on thus triumphantly? So young a man So admired, so applauded Will lie ‘never be led into doing something unworthy of his character? If he could, do you think I should then be partial to him O no! 1 am sure 1 should not! 1 should disdain him I might grieve, I might pity But what a multitude of foolish notions come into the head of a silly girl, who, little as she knows, knows more of any thing, or of any body, than she knows of herself! *

I wish my godfather had not put it in my head, that Emily is cherishing (perhaps unknown to her-self) a flame that will devour her peace. For, to be sure, this young creature can have no hope that Yet 50,0001. is a vast fortune. But it can never buy her guardian. Do you think such a man as Sir Charles Grandison has a price? I am sure he iias not.

I watch the countenance, the words, the air of the girl, when he is spoken of: and with pity I see, that he cannot be named, but her eyes sparkle. Her eye is taken off her work or book, as she happens to be engaged in either, and she seems as if she would look the person through who is praising her guar-dian. For the life of her she cannot work and hear. And then she sighs Upon my word, Lucy, there is no such thing as proceeding with his praises before her the girl so sighs So young a creature! Yet how can one caution the poor thing?